
late afternoon sunlight
blusters a bit too bright
one last hurrah, dark night at the gate
~kat
Florescence #10 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poetry Challenge.

late afternoon sunlight
blusters a bit too bright
one last hurrah, dark night at the gate
~kat
Florescence #10 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poetry Challenge.
I’ve read the same melodic line
for the fourth time and regretfully,
I may need to read once it again
sadly, I can’t comprehend
what I’m reading…not a single word
I know it sounds absurd…a simple
break from the madness is all I ask
from the clanging cacophony,
no end in sight, I’ll make some tea
and watch it steep and sip and breathe
and close my eyes and think of times
when deadlines didn’t loom so closely
disturb my sleep, my life, but mostly
this very moment I’ll take a stand
take back my life, talk to the hand
I’m reading, slowly, sipping tea,
regretfully for the fifth time now
I may need to read it once again.
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day Ten Prompt: write a poem of simultaneity – in which multiple things are happening at once. This is my life. Can I get a do-over?


night swelling blackness
moonless, milky spray muted
settling stillness
but for the hissing flicker
of a single wick consumed
~kat
A Tanka for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 9. Prompt: write a poem in which something big and something small come together.

I imagine words that become poems are like fireflies, floating in my head; flying embers, glowing amber-red, ever so briefly, lost forever if I don’t snatch them up, singeing my fingertips ink black.

shush, can you hear it?
the flicker of a new thought
becoming a word
~kat
An “Extreme Haibun” (55 words maximum for the whole poem) for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Prompt.

of things that go bump
on moonless nights, the veil
pulled back, dimensions
blurred, the tiptoe of specters,
it could be my cats, roaming
there, there now, of course,
a lucid explanation…
but, i don’t have cats
~kat
A bit of whimsy in the form of a Tanka/Senryu for the Day 8 NaPoWriMo 2018 Challenge. Prompt: write a poem in which mysterious and magical things occur. Your poem could take the form of a spell, for example, or simply describe an event that can’t be understood literally.